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If any poets are likely be around the Highgate wood area on September 3rd and fancy reading some of their work, please email me; lucie@littleepisodes.org it will be an intimate but lovely episode and we're a little music heavy so far - perfect venue for poetry... Otherwise - a bigger event is happening early October... poets, comedians, musicians... dancers, jugglers welcome :)

The Bang Beat

It’s the dirty end of the day, the interval between the
fiery footed steeds
and the cloak that makes immoral acts more wholesome.
Lazy light and seedy exchanges
go together penis in hand, so to speak.
An extra rent boost before the night shift-
when I work harder than
a cat covering crap on a marble floor, as it were.

I’m perched against an open door on Peter Street, thinking that
if I can catch myself a suited trick from th… Continue

She said; "my life is like...
I always get off work just as the sun fades"
I shrug,
But there's a defensive jerk to my shoulder blades,
"Can I be your metaphorical suntan?"
She barely tries to cover a limp smile...
We sit for a while
And I drink too much of my beer to look relaxed.
I try to think of something to say
As I can't take the offer back.
"You feel like you're missing out on something, is it that?"
She swigs her wine back and sighs
I'm sure she can feel my lust
As I focus strictly on he… Continue

Judas kidneys,
Trying to kick through my ribs,
Like condemned organs,
To drown in my iniquity.

To drink or not to drink,
To think or not to -
Catch a wink from the optics,
As they dance behind the bar..

It's just another night on vodka,
Just another battle scar....